A look of confusion crossed Omi's face through the first part of Robin's response. What he had actually said was that Omi was a big secret and a good weapon. Omi realized what he must have intended to say once Robin pulled out the gag, however.

It was a strange solution, though. Either Robin was sincerely posing something too short-sighted to be believed, or he thought him too stupid to realize as much.

Or, possibly, he had an alternative resolution for the long-term that he simply could not access right now. But Omi still had another card, too.

"How long will that work, I wonder," Omi answered, sticking to slow Japanese since it seemed they had found consensus that Robin would have the tough job of speaking non-native.

"That I might say it here isn't your problem. Your problem is that I can say it anytime, anywhere. Because of that, I see three choices for you. One, you kill me, and become a murderer. Two, you imprison me for life yourself-- no trial, no law-- and become a kidnapper. Three, we talk, and find a solution that works for both of us."

He paused to give Robin time to translate and absorb that, then met his eyes without fear.

"What will you do?"